Planning is such a funny thing! You go through every miniscule detail elaborately-
think of appropriate situations, rehearse reactions, and even have place for people you will be flanked with and even their responses!
Engrossed in such a train of thought, you smile or frown to yourself to the great amusement of people around you! I have been caught once too many times busily mumbling a repartee to a smart comment, or blushing to a sudden cute proposal that comes my way! All in the dream factory of course!!
Emerging from my dream land, I feel as armed as a Jedi with my lightning fast response all at the tip of my tongue …waiting to be unleashed under slightest provocation!
But …aarrggh! THAT situation never flashes! Not even something remotely close to it!!
All my well articulated and perfectly worded response has to be left behind in the recesses of my mind hoping they will find their day!
And in the rarest of occasions, when that situation DOES raise its head, which is as similar as my thumb print, to that of my conjured situation, I am so struck and over whelmed by a sense of déjà vu that my tongue is hopelessly tied at the coincidence!
And all this after studying a paper of crisis communication for one semester, where one is ever ready with well rehearsed drills to deal with any circumstance.
As a little girl my father used to sit me in his lap and tell me “If you fail to plan, you plan to fail”
But my years of experience has taught me that
Circumstances maketh a man! And planning kills spontaneity!
Also “Never plan (dream) in a public place!” especially if you think you are an expressive person!!
Monday, November 26, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
Time and time again…
The perpetrator was a beautifully crafted sand clock which was a very uncomfortable reminder of time running out.
On a lazy rainy afternoon, with dark clouds hanging over the window, I lazily twisted and stretched myself on the bed, setting aside the book, to fall into a long and blissful sleep.
Just then, my eyes caught sight of that clock, and in a fleeting moment all the sleep vanished and my eyes nearly popped out and my mouth fell open when I saw a figure waving to me from inside the clock. I shot out of the bed and peered closer into the ornate bottom half of the clock. There was a miniature of me inside that clock! I was beyond myself to see myself trapped!
The miniature me was enjoying the feeling of soft sand around her and was dancing about the place making her look like a gleeful princess who had just discovered a beautiful glass palace with sand trickling down slowly which looked like someone was showering blessings on her. But little did she seem to know that soon she was going to be inundated with sand.
I was shaking wildly as minutes went by. All I had to do was break the clock and free myself. But invisible binds bound me, throwing me into inaction. But my thoughts raced rapidly feverishly thinking “how can I free myself”??!! I was focusing fixedly at clock as if staring would stop the sand trickling down thus stopping time from running ….
Mean while, inside the clock, I got bored dancing around as the sand was getting into my dress and found breathing getting more difficult by the minute. I wanted to come out of the very pretty palace, which looked like an inverted champagne glass.
I began wading through the sand to find an exit. After a quick tour around to find a way out, the reality struck me that I was trapped! The methodical search now became more frantic and was madly running around the place, tripping over the sand all the time, groping for any tiny crevice which would get me out of this place.
Suddenly, I caught the glance of two big eyes peering down at me who looked and felt as helpless as me! I tried to catch her attention flailing my arms wildly shouting, screaming for help. But my voice was muffled and sand filled my lungs! I spat out the sand in disgust. Tears were brimming in my eyes. Fear grasped me. My only aide was those pair of eyes constantly looking at me! M’aide!!!......... M’aide!!!
I was jolted out of the strong inertia that bound me and grabbed the clock smashing it against the wall. Shards of glass flew in all directions with fine sand spilling over me! I searched for myself in the mess that time had wrecked on me. But fine sand slipped out of my hand, softly whispering to me “you were too late!”
I hung my head in remorse…. mourned for the lost me …This was not the first time time devoured me! If only I could beat time!
On a lazy rainy afternoon, with dark clouds hanging over the window, I lazily twisted and stretched myself on the bed, setting aside the book, to fall into a long and blissful sleep.
Just then, my eyes caught sight of that clock, and in a fleeting moment all the sleep vanished and my eyes nearly popped out and my mouth fell open when I saw a figure waving to me from inside the clock. I shot out of the bed and peered closer into the ornate bottom half of the clock. There was a miniature of me inside that clock! I was beyond myself to see myself trapped!
The miniature me was enjoying the feeling of soft sand around her and was dancing about the place making her look like a gleeful princess who had just discovered a beautiful glass palace with sand trickling down slowly which looked like someone was showering blessings on her. But little did she seem to know that soon she was going to be inundated with sand.
I was shaking wildly as minutes went by. All I had to do was break the clock and free myself. But invisible binds bound me, throwing me into inaction. But my thoughts raced rapidly feverishly thinking “how can I free myself”??!! I was focusing fixedly at clock as if staring would stop the sand trickling down thus stopping time from running ….
Mean while, inside the clock, I got bored dancing around as the sand was getting into my dress and found breathing getting more difficult by the minute. I wanted to come out of the very pretty palace, which looked like an inverted champagne glass.
I began wading through the sand to find an exit. After a quick tour around to find a way out, the reality struck me that I was trapped! The methodical search now became more frantic and was madly running around the place, tripping over the sand all the time, groping for any tiny crevice which would get me out of this place.
Suddenly, I caught the glance of two big eyes peering down at me who looked and felt as helpless as me! I tried to catch her attention flailing my arms wildly shouting, screaming for help. But my voice was muffled and sand filled my lungs! I spat out the sand in disgust. Tears were brimming in my eyes. Fear grasped me. My only aide was those pair of eyes constantly looking at me! M’aide!!!......... M’aide!!!
I was jolted out of the strong inertia that bound me and grabbed the clock smashing it against the wall. Shards of glass flew in all directions with fine sand spilling over me! I searched for myself in the mess that time had wrecked on me. But fine sand slipped out of my hand, softly whispering to me “you were too late!”
I hung my head in remorse…. mourned for the lost me …This was not the first time time devoured me! If only I could beat time!
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